Between The Morgue and the Earth

March 1, 2016

I've written the notes and made the attempts

Took trips to the psych ward and was admitted

I've sneaked out the house and walked to the bridge

But when i arrived i wanted to live

So I'm getting help and trying to stay put

If I have faith and kneel then I should be good

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